The Potter
...and there she stands as if on air
A light wind blowing through her hair.
A Demi Queen..
..using language that is so obscene
I have to turn away.
But she seems to know the words I want to say..
,,whip me.strip me
Pip me to the post.
After all I am first and foremost a male of the species
She's
A dark Demon who seems bent on my fall.
The Demi Queen is just a dream b...
Saturday 14th July 2012 3:11 pm
Backwaters
Mist around my feet that clears as my hearts trip over another beat and the ocean rolls in.
I think.
Where does this ocean begin?
I walk on the wet sand with a cigarette in my left hand..treading on the dead and decaying crustaceans which I pick off like scabs.
If there was an immunisation for pain I'd be first in the queue.
I think.
Would that the sky could ...
Saturday 14th July 2012 7:55 am
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